My parents had a silver tabby cat, Tinkerbelle, from 1976 until she
disappeared in 1991 (we suspect a hawk may have caught her).  They
let her have one litter of kittens before having her spayed.  One of
the kittens was injured badly enough by a large dog that it had to be
put down.  We got back from a visit to church, and one of our
neighbors came over, quite upset.  He had seen a middle-aged woman
walk down our driveway to the back of our house, and hold her dog on
its leash while it chewed up one of our kittens.  His description
made it sound like the dog had been on its leash the entire time,
but, given that the rest of the cat family made it up a tree to
safety, I suspect that the dog had pulled its leash out of its
owner's hands, and she then caught up with the dog.  At any rate, the
kitten, about one month old, had to be euthanized, and the dog-owner
never contacted us to apologize, so we never knew whom she had been.

I mentioned to Rosemary the story of RB.   I don't seem to have a copy
of it and wondered if someone would be kind enough to post the poem for
her and Samantha.   Thanks.  

Incidentally, if Rosemary does get two of Lois's kittens later on there
are bound to be some tall tales of two new hoolikittens :)

Bev